I found my town
again.
Just like the corpse of a butchered friend
left naked and unburied where he had died.
Charred remains of his smashed chest,
its ribs rised to the sky like pleading hands,
screaming for help to an absent hapless god.
I found my home
again.
Only one wall still standing,
blackned and cracked,
a ragged hole at the top,
through which the blazing sky
was looking down at me,
like a blind eye
staring from the empty socket of a skull.
This was the
price I paid, and am still paying,
because they told me "Take side, and fight and kill!"
I knew which side to take,
the one were was my blood,
the one that was less wrong.
But choosing meant to fight
against my other blood
that was on the other side.
Myself against myself,
both of my bloods at war
against each other and me.
I couldn’t
choose a side,
but in the end I did.
I didn’t want to fight,
nevertheless I fought.
I didn’t wanto to kill,
at least, I spared me that.
And when at
long, long last it was all over,
I found my town again, I found my home,
but never found what I’d been told was there:
the prize, the peace, the end of wars on earth,
freedom and justice, no more starving bairns...
Aye, I was sold
a lie,
Only the boastful words of empty promise
So soon forgotten, and denied and lost.
